His talk with Haruhi did not go at all how he wanted it to. Sure he didn't think everything would go perfectly as planned but he didn't think the girl would flee from him for goodness sake!
The moment she had turned and sprinted off (she was surprisingly fast) he had grabbed his bag and darted after her. He almost lost sight of her multiple times in his haste to catch up to her. She was so small. And it was hard to duck out of the way of all the people in the street and keep up with her at the same time. Being so tall wasn't always an advantage, especially at the moment. But he manged to stay with her throughout their impromptu chase. And then she had fallen...
He had heard her choke on a sob the moment she had turned away from him but now her breath was coming out in harsh pants. His heart ached at the thought of her pain. He had to get to her and calm her down. He would do anything to get that pained expression off her face. He wanted, no he needed, to figure out what had caused her to run away from him. And he could tell from the way she was clutching her wrist close to her side that she needed some medical attention too.
Perhaps it was this desperation that caused him to forgo looking both ways as he raced across the street to her. In his single-minded pursuit of Haruhi, he had managed to completely block out the world around him. He failed to hear the shouts of those around him and the loud honk of a car. No, it was all lost to him. The only thing running through his head was the desperate desire to get to Haruhi. She was so close... if he could just reach her.
And then suddenly, his side was on fire and he was on the ground. All the sounds that had previously fallen on deaf ears were now horribly loud and the world, glaringly bright. Distantly, he heard a woman shouting oh my god oh my god oh my god and a man screaming about an ambulance. He could no longer see Haruhi and every nerve in his body was screaming at him in protest of any movement. Something in the back of his mind was telling him that he needed to stay awake. But he couldn't be bothered to listen to that voice. And as the darkness closed in on his already blurred vision, his only thought was...
I hope she's okay
When Haruhi returned to awareness, she was in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar room. But before she could start panicking, she realized from the beeping of the machines around her, that she was in a hospital room. Forcing herself to keep taking deep breaths and rationally assess the situation, she took a better look around her surroundings. It was a fairly standard room, nothing extravagant about it. That observation in itself calmed her slightly. She must be alright then. If not, Tamaki and the twins would have gone into hysterics and demanded only the best care for her and the fanciest hospital room. But the absence of said friends did concern her. What happened?
Before her thoughts could spiral into a less than pleasant direction, she heard the click of the door and her attention was immediately diverted towards the figure standing in the doorway.
"Kyoya," she whispered uncertainly. He looked exhausted. His hair was disheveled, probably from running his fingers through it too many times, and his tie was crooked. He looked marginally relieved to see her awake but still weighed down. Just what had happened?
While her eyes were raking over his appearance, Kyoya had stepped fully inside the room and closed the door behind him. He made his way over to her bedside and grabbed the clipboard on the small table beside her.
"How are you feeling?" he questioned.
Not giving her the time to reply, he continued on, "Your charts indicate that you suffered from a panic attack before losing consciousness. You badly sprained your wrist and you have some minor abrasions and contusions as well. You also somehow managed to bruise your ribs too. Although even more troubling, the doctors noticed signs of malnourishment and a lack of sleep. Something that we shall definitely address Haruhi. But at a later time."
His dark eyes pierced into her as he listed off her ailments and Haruhi once again felt overwhelmed at the situation she had awoken to. Something must have given her away because Kyoya's eyes softened and he clasped one of her hands in his. Shocked by his initiated physical contact, her eyes shot up to his.
"Haruhi I know this must be a lot for you right now and I promise I'll explain everything to the best of my abilities but for now there's something more important that I think you'll want to be made aware of," he stated softly.
Still looking into his eyes, she nodded for him to continue.
"There's no easy way to say this to you," he started and she tensed, bracing for whatever horrible news was about to be relayed to her.
"Mori-senpai was in an accident. To be precise, he was struck by a car while running across the road. From what eyewitnesses recount, he was chasing after you. I am unsure about the situation that led up to these events but he was quickly rushed to the hospital. You were collapsed on the sidewalk and were also brought here as well," he told her, his voice never faltering.
The second Haruhi heard Mori and an accident in the same sentence, the air had rushed from her lungs and cold dread washed over her. She forced herself to focus on what Kyoya was saying instead of simply breaking down in tears. With each passing second, she had found it harder and harder to breathe. The memories rushing back to her as Kyoya continued his speech. When he concluded, Haruhi realized that she was shaking.
Kyoya seemed to be aware of this as well because he squeezed her hand gently in reassurance. In reassurance of what, she didn't know. How could she feel any semblance of reassurance when she was well aware that this was all her fault? She was startled from her stupor by a sudden dampness on her uniform pant leg and she became aware of the fact that she was crying. She hastily scrubbed the tears from her eyes and moved to get up. Kyoya looked mildly alarmed at the turn of events but nonetheless helped her stand.
"Just what do you think you're doing?" he asked.
Brushing off his question, she looked around for her shoes as she was still dressed in her school uniform. After spotting them, she quickly slid them on and turned back to Kyoya.
"You're going to take me to see Mori-senpai and fill me in on the rest of the details as we walk. So shall we?" her tone leaving no room for argument.
Already halfway out the door, she motioned for him to follow her. Kyoya's lips pursed but he didn't demand that she get back into the bed that instant so Haruhi counted it as a win. Letting him guide her through the long corridors of the hospital, Haruhi turned to Kyoya, eyebrows raised. Even though her heart was aching something fierce and she felt something akin to the sensation of drowning, she forced herself to push that all aside when she addressed him.
"So what's the situation, Mr. Shadow King?"